I wanted to cry… .
Well, I ran my usual Idlewild routine, as I do every other Monday. Except today, It was different… .It was classy… .It was picture-worthy… .It was beautiful. It was any other Idlewild trip, but with added on extras. Bonuses. Lessons… .It was scary to think about, It was something to dance about, It was something to cry about… .
I have 3 tales to tell you… .Maybe they will be boring… .Maybe… .
So I was in the crystal clear pool down by the bathhouse, in the deep end. I was just flipping around underwater, and having a good time with my friend. All of a sudden I heard this whistle, and a lifeguard plunged straight into the water towards a small child, who looked like he might have been drowning. The child was bobbing his head up and down underwater, so maybe it was a mistake… .But It wasn’t, the child was in fact drowning. The lifeguard came up, and helped the child in need, over to the ledge, making sure he was okay. The child was fine! But if we didn’t have that kind of help, he might have just been drowning, and no one would bother to notice. There were people around him, practically surrounding him, but yet, everyones in their own world, not caring about the others. I stared at all the people in the pool, examining their behavior. They were laughing, they were swimming, they weren’t paying attention to anyone else… .After, I had finished my examination, I thought about all the bad things that could happen to you, without these people(lifeguards) around… . I felt more protective, and I started to watch closely at everyone, to make sure they were all fine. I had sort of a motherly instinct, which is odd, me not being a mother. I thought maybe I could be alittle more sensitive to the people around me, and stop being so just, yeah… .
It turned about 4:53 or so, and the skies had started to turn dark. We all turned around, covering our ears to the screaming horn that had just sounded. They all told us to leave the pool area, because there was a storm coming. I understood that perfectly, storm + water = zap. I just did not understand one thing, the melancholy people around us as it started to sprinkle. It was depressing, no one loving the rain. I could hear moms yelling, “hurry, get out of the water, the rain might get you wet!” and thought, wow… .just wow. Even the people who were dry still got annoyed with the rain starting up. My mother was totally calm about it. We were already wet anyways….We then packed up our possessions, and walked towards the ‘Soak Zone’ entrance/exit, as it started to pour. And I mean, pour! I was completely calm, though. I glanced up at the sky, as I loved the ‘pit, pat’ feeling on your face. “Pit”Pat”Pit”Pat”Pit”Pat”Pit”Pat”Pit”Pat.” It showed simplicity, peace, and a sensation of gorgeous. You could feel depression just radiating off of people. Angry mom’s quickly gathering all of their children to the car, Annoyed grandma’s, hiding under the Carousel with their rain bonnets in hand. I did not hide… .I stood. I stood there in the rain….not under a tree, not under a carousel, not in the bathroom….but in the rain….The rain was pleasurable, peaceful, and most importantly, beautiful. I wanted to cry as I just stood there, like in the old time movies, where someone would just go out while its raining, and just cry… .I had no reason to cry, but I still wanted to. I wanted to dance, laugh, sing, cry, live, and have fun. I wanted to show the others why rain makes life so amazing, without hiding from it. It does not hide from us, so why are we afraid? Are we afraid of the water, the clouds, or the sunless sky? I felt powerful in the rain, I felt beautiful in the rain… .I felt….I felt absolutely amazing. I was soaking wet, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the fact that I might get the car wet, I might splash someone obnoxiously. I might lose all of hope. But I might not. I might just have fun….I might just live life… .I might just find the fear, and live it. Not run from it. I love it… .fear makes up the most important part of life… .living.
I got in the car, chocolate bar in hand, studying it closely. I do have health on my mind, but I’m not going crazy over it. I slowly opened the chocolate brown wrapper that smothered it in hope. I quietly undid the rest of the wrapper, gently setting it down by my legs. I read each ‘Hershey’ on the chocolate that showed.I studied the chocolate closely, and slowly removed a chunk. I held it up to eye length, and studied that, as well. I placed it on my tongue, letting the bottom melt away just the slightest, so I will enjoy it, just as well as I enjoy every other kind of chocolate. I did the same for every other chunk of chocolate, and finished it off with a slow finger lick. The iredescent light helped it seem as if I was taking a portrait of this brown beauty. I didn’t want to finish it, but If I didn’t, I would feel guilty… .Chocolate, is my life… .I am a complete, and utter chocoholic. Ask me if I would like a piece of chocolate, and you will see my eyes grow wide, dreaming about the piece of chocolate I may just aqcuire. I may just love this… .
